bugg

i just thought i would give you an update on bugg. two g's.

probably a month or so ago i walked into my room and saw bugg lying on her back in the corner on some gross web she had built. i stopped dead in my tracks and was frozen with my jaw dropped for a couple minutes, maybe just one. it was probably about a minute and fifteen seconds because that's how long i can hold my breath, and i'm pretty sure i wasn't breathing. i have now been in legitimate shock a total of three times; one when i got in a car crash, one when my knee got busted out, and one when i was so certain bugg was dead. i didn't really know what to do because if my mom saw that it was dead then there is no way in hell she'd ever let me have a cat, and i had to get out of my house before she saw i wasn't at work, that's never pleasant. so i grabbed her cage and busted out of my house. i still didn't know what to do, so i called cyd in some sort of panic. she told me to bring myself and bugg to her house, so i did. then we both stared at it and started planning the funeral, and where she should be buried, and how i should go buy another one so allison wouldn't be pissed i killed her present, and my mom wouldn't think i couldn't take care of anything. cyd was still hopeful, and her mom told us we'd better check the internet and see what we could find, we typed it in to google, and brought up a webpage that said "IF YOUR TARANTULA IS ON ITS BACK IT IS NOT DEAD". we read all about it and found out that it was molting, shedding, whatever you want to call it. i was relieved and happy, because i almost buried my pet alive. and that wouldn't have been good for anyone.

so bug turned into bugg after she shed herself. it was gross, like i was all grossed out which is rare. anyway after she did that she turned all crazy. like way crazy. and i fed her, and i watched it and it was gross and i didn't like it. and she used to be nice before, when she was just bug, i would hold her and stuff, and she was nice, and then she turned into bugg and i swear she turned rogue. so i was not really liking her anymore. borderline hate. but i may've crossed that border because of what just happened. since she's been rude and stuff i don't really like to put my hand in there, and so i put a pencil in there, to just barely tap her like i would with my hand, so she would crawl on my other hand to pick her up. do you know what she did to the pencil when i barely barely touched her back leg? she went NUTS and ATTACKED it. seriously. she jumped on it. just jumped so crazy and latched on to it. my reflexes were to pull the pencil out, but when i did that i realized she was latched onto it, and i pulled her out and then i started screaming, so then i dropped the pencil like a smart person would do and the pencil and bugg both fell back into the cage. i'm not so sure how i didn't wake up my whole family. i could hear my heart pounding. so. hard. if that was my hand, then i would've for sure gotten bit. no doubt about it. i just might, just might, hate her. i will never put my hand in that cage i don't think, not ever. this is a real problem though, cause we still share a room. and last time i checked sharing a room with someone/thing you hate usually results in trying to take the other one out, so you don't have to share anymore. at this point i'm really not sure who will win.

and then i came home

so i'm back now. and i'm pissed. because why would i want to be back? i wasn't ready to come back. even after ten hours in a full car. so to help me out here, i'm going to remember some of the highlights from our trip. in no particular order

the orange trees.

when gavin's mom tricked us into thinking we were staying in that castle in vegas, but we got cheesecake and the classy marriott instead.

when we played tennis at some sketchy courts, and watched a seriously insane fight between the hoodrats on the basketball courts and froze and stared. and the little asian boy on the court next to us screaming f words when he got bad hits

when gavin's music played, everybody putting in their own headphones

drew's moaning from the backseat on every one of gavin's turn and screaming "for the love!"

driving

annie's obsession with thrift stores, and the 40% off sale on earth day at goodwill.

every second at six flags, even when i overheated in the car while waiting for excedrin to kick in. especially the little boat ride. especially all the roller coasters except that stupid one.

when we went to the beach and the lifeguard waved us in, and explained to us that cydnee was in a riptide and was almost swept out to sea, "it's pretty deep over here guys"

this one is my favorite. and it's going to take a while. when we went to the beach, and it was pretty cold, and the water was especially. then all annie kept screaming was about how we had to take off our swim suits, because we had to be like some sort of something, some tv show or something, i can't remember. but if you know me, then you know i don't take much convincing, so off came the swim suits. and i swear at that moment the ocean decided be be extremely chaotic and started throwing its hugest waves at us. so everyone was smart except for me, and went under the biggest wave yet, but i instead chose to let it tumble me around everywhere. somewhere during the tumbling, me and annie had some epic crash into each other session under the wave. then i came back up, and then another wave came, and i got so much salt water in my mouth, and just kept being thrown around, and all i could think was to not let go of my articles of clothing, or else i'd be in serious trouble, so i was being tossed and drinking more salt water, and coughing, and feeling like i was in some sort of washing machine, and everyone kept screaming at me to put my swim suit back on but i couldn't get a good footing, and i couldn't let go of my stuff. we were like the only ones in the water, with plenty of people on shore, so i wonder what it looked like to them. cyd and annie somehow managed to do a pretty good job of staying under the water, but i had more important things to worry about. the story ends with me finally getting my swim suit back on, and then we left the beach. totally worth it. (susan don't get mad)

finally finding a sand crab, and naming him nice, and putting him in our sandcastle.

sharing a room with cyd and sleeping on the hardest coldest bed.

being nice

all the things you can make with embroidery floss. and coming home all strung out (pun for sure intended)

now i'm home, and it took me like four days to write this blog. i still feel mad to be home, and now i feel like the trip never happened at all. i'm seriously retarded at putting pictures on this, so look somewhere else, i don't care.

seeyuh

i'm going to california tomorrow. or i guess today cause i think the sun is almost up. i should go to sleep. i get to go to six flags. do you know how much i love roller coasters? SO MUCH. i hope that drew brings some serious motion sickness medicine, i'm not sure how well she'll handle it because i saw what happened to her after two rounds of the zipper at the carnival. anyway, i'll tell you about it when i get back. i've gotta sleep or pack or count my change or something. see you guys later.

anna w.

well which is it?

this is the ethical question for tonight.

say you just really wanted guacamole at lost hermanos (i didn't mean to put lost, i mean los, but then i liked lost better) but then you remembered how overpriced it was. and then you looked at the table next to you, and there was some half eaten, and the party had left, and one of the girls had a wolf shirt on. would you take it? because i say trust everyone wearing a wolf shirt. sleep on that. but i'm sure you're all already asleep. except gavin, i know exactly where you are boy. i would sleep on it, but...... i already did it. susan, if you read this, don't hit us please don't hit us.

also for a while now i told my favorite fake asians i'd shout out. sup guys. i know you can't comment on your like hacked internet china, and even though according to my imagination you would, i know you're not bringing me back an asian like i've told you so many times. kristal and math, it's time for you guys to come home and show me what you got me. oh so so excited. oh ya ps name your son aaron already.

yesyesyes

so, yesterday my parents trekked off to the st george leaving me home all alone and able to do as i pleased without being bothered. so i was rolling around on my lawn i just mowed so nicely. then i decided it might be a good idea to try to be more like a girl and paint my nails. you want to know how it ended? i threw the nail polish and wiped my fingers off in the grass. who knew it was such a difficult thing to do and who knew that having three older girliest girl sisters and i never obtained such a knowledge. after i wiped my nails in the grass you want to know what i did? started burning holes in my shoes with a magnifying glass, back to my 8 year old boy tendencies. at least i tried.... right?

these have been the best warmest two days so i'll tell you more about them. then i started hitting rosie's toys around my backyard with my golf clubs in my wifebeater. but then gavin busted into my backyard. so we decided to do some wakeboarding-- street style. so we tied a rope to my bike and i pulled him on his longboard all the way to the park and back. which is not so easy. and everyone gave us the most concerned looks even though it was not that high on the dangeometer. then we went to play tennis, which is probably going to be a tradition because we love it so spectators are welcome because it is a show and a half. then there was some los hermanos involved? gavin we went there right? throw in a show with drew playing her cello (which was a big step for me because the last show i went to i ended up in the ER). but i was fine.

and today, just push repeat on that list. only you'll need to replace a few things:

1. just skip the whole playing in my backyard part

2. gavin pulled me some on the longboard to the park. SOME.

3. we played tennis shirtless. i had a sports bra, don't panic

4. replace los hermanos with the cracker barrell

5. allis painted my nails this time hot pink with lil flowers. girly enough?

honestly these last two days were glorious, i'm pretty sure i was more active these two days than all of december combined. i am left tired, icing my knee, sunburnt and sore, and completely satisfied. it's gonna be a good week.

also, me and gavin were talking. and catch is such a fun game. i don't know why anyone would ever not like it.

isn't it about time?

i have been very very blessed with an amazing supply of friends. so, if you've had a birthday (even if it was in the last like last month?) shout hooray, cause this one goes out to you.

i'm a firm believer of things to come after a birthday. like presents and blogs. because it's like... one day. your birthday is only one day then it's like shoot... what? then all a sudden oh HERE for your birthday and it's like joy all over again and this is my attempt at excusing my lousy friendness, so please forgive me. better late than never though, right?

so if you want to talk about a person who always has your best interest at heart, then let's talk about my friend ali. because i love to talk about her, and i love to talk to her, and i just love her. also because she is totally that person. from the moment i met her she's always been concerned about my happiness, and is genuinely happy with me and for me. not only does she care about me being happy, but she makes me happy. really though, i love hanging out with her and the time we spend. a minute that goes by without laughter is very seldom, and we've got some pretty freakin good ideas about all kinds of things if anyone is interested. i've always loved her advice, it's the best. she thinks about things very logically, and makes good smart decisions, something that i am not so good at so i'm real glad i've got her to help me. she's a very smart girl. she's someone who cares quite a bit. maybe more than that. when she says pissed she never really means pissed (you know she's seriously mad when she says "like what the hell" then you're in trouble just for your fyi) when she says things weird her out, they really don't, when she says no way, she's not being serious. but this is where it gets tricky, because sometimes she really does mean those things, and the fun part is figuring out which times she means which, i've gotten pretty decent at it through plenty of trial and error. she'll tell you she isn't patient but don't listen to her because even through all my crazy antics she's still around. still don't make her wait though. i'm always grateful for that. i tell her time and time again that we're not friends by chance. and i tell her time and time again how great she is, hoping that she can know it, because i know it. i feel so happy talking about her because she's just such a good person. i'm just smiling like some sort of creep but she has always been an example to me, without purposefully doing it. and lately she's been trying to teach me life lessons such as you don't need to take two hours to get to the chickenfila and it's not that hard to choose what kind of treat you want. did i mention she's a looker?

proof: seriously pretty. one of my many favorites. use caution when standing next to her.

also she's nice and let's me play with her cool cat, since i can't have one.

DID I MENTION SHE

CAN DANCE?!

proof: this is the only proof i have but check it out.

she can do anything.

honestly there's just no way i could mention all that i want to or can even think of wanting to, and you probably think i'm over-exaggerating but i'm telling you, this girl is capable of doing amazing things. she's got a full load and busy with all kinds of things and i am blown away at her ability to keep it all together so well despite it all. i could go on and on and on, but she would tell me to get to sleep. always lookin out for me. but i have this theory that everyone should know her. i know that everyone would benefit from it. because i have a tremendous amount. more than she'll ever know. we make really good friends i've always thought, but it's mostly because of her. i love you and thanks ali cat, for all you do.

oh yeah. she reminds me to cut my nails.

color code.

anna= 10 red, 10 blue, 13 white, 15 yellow.

does that seem weird to anybody else?

*just in case you are wondering it says 13 whites. in white.

yashore

i don't really like to blog. i'll think about doing it sometime.

softsational soft rock songs are the best.

lost 4 life.

patience is a virtue.